Late Stage Capitalism and the Shame Haunted Life: You Can't Kill Trauma With A Gun
by Phil Rockstroh
"So," he clicked, his tongue producing a percussive, supercilious sound by creating a vacuum at the top of his mouth. "Are you upper-class, upper-middle class (like we are) just plain middle class, lower-middle class, or poor (he emitted that clicking sound at the word, poor). You look poor. What is that you have on -- Kmart Specials (click). My clothes come from Saks in New York. My Mother and I buy them there when we visit our relatives in New York City, three or four times a year."
"You should really have your parents buy you some presentable clothes: What's the matter, can't they afford to buy you anything decent?"